I want to play with my toys. . .

And, I can't yet!

I went back to work today.  This is what most of my work looked like before much editing:

I went vack to wrk rotday. This is whar mosr od my woek looked like vedoee much edieing.

Typing with 3 fingers just doesn't work well!

But, I'm back to work.  I just wish I were back in the garage.  And, I would be if I didn't care if my finger healed properly.  Everytime I change my bandage, which is about every 3 days, I see this oozing open wound.  Shouldn't it be healing up by now???  There's this flap of stuff at the tip of my finger and I think it should be sticking to the rest of my finger by now, but it isn't.  So, I'm giving it more time - until next Monday, anyway!

I see the surgeon then.  If he says I'm on the mend, I'm heading home to sand my cradle and nail the next baby bed together (the one I was cutting wood for when the saw and I had our disagreement!).  I miss being in the garage, so much more than I missed work-work!

But, I do have to say, that I was happy to be back to work today.  I missed my coworkers, and I missed having something to do.  At a time when so many people are out of work, I truly am thankful to have a job that I can go to, where I enjoy the environment and the people I spend my days with.

But, still, hurry, hurry, hurry little finger - heal up!  I want to use you again soon.

Treatment plan...

Wait!

No, really, that's the plan.

I met with the Kaiser hand surgeon this morning.  I really liked him, and his nurse.  He looked at it, hmmm'd and hawww'd.  What to do?  What to do?  If you're not grossed out by blood and stuff, here's what he was looking at. (scroll way down if you don't want to see...)